One Month Later

I've come upon a realization lately that I'm managing to kick myself for not picking up on a year and a half ago:
No matter where you go, people are people.
No one place is better than somewhere else based on the people who live there.
There's bound to be someone anywhere that you can groove with,
Become friends with,
Relax and have a good time with,
Or fall in love with.
Conversely,
There are shitty people everywhere.
And you'll have to deal with those motherfuckers from time to time.
Everyone hates where they grew up,
And everyone wants change,
But eventually that change is going to become routine,
And you'll make friends and enemies,
And somewhere else will be home.
Someday I'll find home as well,
But more and more,
I'm beginning to realize that it's not where I wanted it to be.
It is, however, where everyone I love is,
And where I'll be soon.
So, to all of you,
Please be ready to welcome me home.